Shin'a'in Song of the Seasons
The east wind is calling, so come ride away,
Come follow the Rover into the new day,
Come follow the Maiden, the Dark Moon, with me,
The new year's beginning, come ride out and see
Come follow the Rover out into the Plains,
Come greet the new life under sweet, singing rains,
Come follow the Maiden beneath vernal showers,
For where her feet passed you will find fragrant flowers
The South wind, oh hear it, we ride to the call
We follow the Guardian, the Lord of us all,
We follow the Warrior, the strong to defend,
The New Moon to fighters is ever a friend
With summer comes fighting, with summer, our foes
And how we must thwart them the Guardian knows
The Warrior will give them no path but retreat,
The Warrior and Guardian will bring there defeat
Come follow the West wind, the wind of the fall,
The Mother will cast her cloak over us all
Come follow the Hunter out onto the Plain,
Return to the Clan with the pray we have slain
For now comes the autumn, the time of the West,
The season of Full Moon, of harvest, then rest
So take from Her hands all the fruits of the fields,
And thank Him for all that the autumn-hunt yields
The North wind, the cold wind, the wind of the snow,
Tells us, it is time winter pastures to go
The Guide knows the path and the Crone shows us how
The Old Moon, and time for returning is now
And if, with the winter, should come the last breath,
And riding, we ride out of life into death,
The Wise One, the Old Moon, will ease our last load,
